Offstage, a pair of greedy eyes stared at the two earth spirit bodies on the second layer above the pyramid.

These two dark yellow spirits, exuding a thick and rich power of the earth, if it is the refining of the earth attribute and the special attribute martial artist derived from it, then it is of great benefit to one's own cultivation, if in the process of refining, there is a bit of good luck, it is very likely that the cultivation will be directly promoted to a small level.

On the stage, with a complex handprint of the illusory old man, a dazzling purple-gold strong light erupted above the tip of the pyramid, and after a while, a purple-gold figure flashed in the air and flew directly over the gambling platform.

This purple-gold figure was holding a black spear, completely different from the golden blurred figure that Yang Hao had seen before, the former's facial features and even the lines of his limbs were extremely clear, but those eyes were extremely hollow, numb and even mechanical.

After the illusory old man glanced at the face of the purple gold figure, he seemed to have fallen into some kind of sad memory, and after a moment of silence, he said slowly to Yang Hao.

"This son is an elite disciple of my Sword Forging Holy Sect that is rare to see in a hundred years, and with his strength and talent, he almost made the sect master at that time move his heart to accept disciples."

Under the close senses, Yang Hao can also feel the other party's aura surging like a volcano, it seems that it is still a little tricky to get these two earth spirits, just when the expression on Yang Hao's face is becoming more and more solemn, the old man's next sentence made Yang Hao's heart tremble.

"His strength is extremely strong, once when he was in the first vein condensing yuan, he had already crossed the level to kill the martial artists of the five vein condensing yuan. ”

As soon as the illusory old man's words fell, it was as if the calm water surface suddenly boiled, causing an uproar on the entire scene.

In the current Southern Regions, a little achievement can be named a genius, but everyone knows that in that ancient era, there were many people who defeated the Five Veins Condensation Yuan with the Nine Layers of Transcendence, and they could ignore such a large level gap and win, these are the real Tianjiao characters.

For the old man's words, it also made Yang Hao's heart sink, he also had a similar experience at the beginning, not enough that his opponent at that time was a vein condensation, and that battle was also dangerous and dangerous to win, but the person in front of him with purple and gold light and shadow had an intuition to cross the gap of five levels, and this difficulty was unimaginable.

"Boy, don't be presumptuous, not to mention the extremely abundant aura of heaven and earth in ancient times, as a force of this level of Sword Casting Holy Gate, the disciples under the throne are at the level of heavy treasures in terms of exercises and other aspects, if you are placed in that era, the old man believes that he can do it, and you will naturally be able to do it." Just as Yang Hao was thinking, Boss Bai's voice sounded in the former's heart.

Indeed, the different times enjoy different resources, and the disciples taught are also very different, these Seven Xuanzong may be second to none in the Southern Regions, but among the behemoths of the Tianxuan Continent, the former is nothing, not to mention that compared with the Ancient Overlord Power Sword Forging Holy Gate, the two are not comparable at all.

Waiting for the purple Tianjiao phantom in front of him, Yang Hao's fists were naturally clenched, and the indifference on his delicate face was quickly replaced by a confident look, and there seemed to be a strong battle intent piling up in his dark eyes.

"Okay! I, Yang Hao, will try to see what is commendable about the Tianjiao characters of the Ancient Sect. ”

Yang Hao's initiative to face the battle made the illusory old man a little stunned, but the corners of the old man's mouth rose imperceptibly.

According to the rules of the gambling table, all the opponents of the challenge must have the same cultivation as the light and shadow, so the old man will suppress the cultivation of this purple gold light and shadow to the same level as you. ”

After that, the old man was a little bit away, and a circle of light poured into the body of the purple gold light and shadow, and under the brilliant and dazzling brilliance, the cultivation of the purple gold light and shadow was exploding, and in a short moment, it fell to the realm of running with Yang Hao and the nine layers of the mortal.

Even though the aura cultivation was reduced, the oppressive power given to Yang Hao by the Holy Gate Tianjiao had not decreased in the slightest, but a certain ferocious aura was becoming more and more vigorous.

"Hehe, little guy, although I suppressed the cultivation but the ninefold mortal, he can easily defeat the Ning Yuan martial artists of your era or so, then let the old man see if you have enough qualifications to grow with that weapon." ”

The illusory old man thought to himself, and then after glancing at the slightly tense atmosphere in the field, he immediately condensed his voice.

"Let's go!"

The Holy Gate Tianjiao did not have a trace of intelligence, some were only combat instincts, so when the order was issued, those empty eyes like robots suddenly burst into a strong battle light.

The black iron spear in his hand slammed into the ground, and his body instantly transformed into a purple-gold meteor, with extremely surging aura fluctuations towards Yang Hao's rapid attack.

In the middle of the air, the holy gate Tianjiao, the iron spear in his hand kept dancing, and a little black sharp spear instantly swept on the high platform, faintly, it seemed to be as dense as starlight in the sky.

Yang Hao's pupils shrank, the blue light in his hand flashed, the Nebula Sword was tightly held in the palm of his hand, the soles of his feet stomped on the ground, and his body flashed with heavy wind and thunder gun shadows, and he quickly retreated backwards.

"Boom!"

Countless gunshots with the sound of wind whistle slammed into the ground of the bluestone slab, and in an instant, criss-crossing cracks appeared.

With a missed blow, the Holy Gate Tianjiao suddenly took a step forward, and under the huge power, the high platform even trembled, and above the purple-gold light above its legs, suddenly a burst of mysterious lines that seemed to be white clouds lingered, and a rather strong aura fluctuation erupted like a violent wind.

"Wow!"

A sound burst from the feet of the Holy Gate Tianjiao, and at this moment, the figure seemed to disappear in the void in an instant, disappearing in place.

At the same time, Yang Hao's expression was also a little heavy, as he had a good body, he also knew that the other party did not disappear, but because after using his body technique, the speed was too fast and far exceeded people's sight.

I didn't expect that Tianjiao could also use martial arts and body techniques this time.

Although the other party's speed is very fast, Yang Hao, as a rune master, has an almost perverted sense, coupled with the same good body martial arts, it is impossible for the other party to hit easily.

After turning on the power of his divine consciousness to the maximum, he keenly sensed a spear shadow like black lightning coming towards his chest, tearing through the air.

Yang Hao, who was retreating in his body, also had some tentative thoughts in his heart, wanting to see how powerful this Holy Gate Tianjiao's shot was, so he gave up the opportunity to dodge easily, and after capturing the specific angle of the black spear with a gaze, the Nebula Sword in his hand, the electric light flashed with an extremely fierce aura, like a brilliant star that really fell, and the extreme fire burst out, slashing towards a certain position on his chest.

"Brush!"

Because the speed of the sword was too fast, even the invisible air under Yang Hao's sword was pierced, and a series of firecracker-like sounds sounded where the sword passed.

"Dang!"

The tip of the Nebula Sword and the black spear were like the tip of a needle against a wheat, and they were heavily pointed together, and a sound of gold and iron rang out with a dazzling firelight.

Because both of them have extremely fierce strength, the sword body and the spear body are bent into a dangerous arc in a short period of contact.

The wrestling continued, Yang Hao frowned, and said in his heart.

"Ten thunder bodies are fully open!"

A heavy bronze color quickly spread across Yang Hao's arm, and his thin body seemed to suddenly become burly, like a torrent of unstoppable power shuttling through his body.

"Whew!"

The improvement of Yang Hao's physical strength brought great benefits, and his arm suddenly forced the black spear of the Holy Gate Tianjiao to retreat, and between the continuous vibrations of his wrist, the Nebula Sword burst out with great power, just like the speed of the sword pouring down from heavy rain, overwhelming. The blue sword shadow in the sky rushed away with an extremely sharp and fierce aura.

Yang Hao's sudden offensive was merciless, if an ordinary Condensing Yuan Martial Artist was rash, he might really be forced by Yang Hao to be embarrassed.

It's a pity that this time Yang Hao's opponent is an equally extremely outstanding disciple of the Ancient Sect, and the latter is completely frightened, tired and scared, so even under such an offensive, it is difficult to gain too much advantage.

Sure enough, the purple-gold light on the arm of the Holy Gate Tianjiao began to condense into a strange battle pattern like runes.

Under the blessing of that war pattern, the physical strength of the Holy Gate Tianjiao also soared, and this surging increase vaguely seemed to be stronger than Yang Hao's Ten Thunder Body.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

In the face of Yang Hao's powerful attack, the Holy Gate Tianjiao did not avoid saying anything, but rushed into the heavy sword shadows, the black spear in his hand was like a dragon, and the cold spear was permeated, and each gun shadow was extremely accurate on the tip of the Nebula Sword.

The blue tip of the sword collided wildly with the black spear, and after the fierce aura was vented everywhere, all of them were wiped out.

In the audience, Ah Hu's eyes were also extremely nervous staring at the battle situation, according to this situation, if Yang Hao fell into this kind of confrontation for a long time, it was undoubtedly more advantageous for the Holy Gate Tianjiao, after all, the latter would not be tired and had no pain, just like a demonic beast that only knew how to fight.

"Dangdang!"

The confrontation on the stage continued, however, the majestic strength transmitted from the black guns of many parties was a little unbearable for Yang Hao, if it wasn't for the forging of three different spirit bodies, it was very likely that he would have suffered a lot of injuries in the battle just now.

It seems that the strength of this Holy Gate Tianjiao is really not to be underestimated.

Yang Hao's eyes moved, and he knew in his heart that he couldn't carry out this kind of blind offensive, and immediately, after the Nebula Sword in his hand exploded with an extremely dazzling light, it fell heavily on the body of the black iron spear.

"Dang!"

A terrible wind howl roared, and a cyclonic storm visible to the naked eye raged like a hurricane.

What was somewhat unexpected to Yang Hao was that the former originally wanted to use this move to force back the Divine Gate Tianjiao, but he didn't expect that under the sudden blow, the latter's figure was motionless like a rock.

The slightest distraction on the battle situation is a big taboo, and in the moment when Yang Hao was thinking, the light in the eyes of the Holy Gate Tianjiao flashed, and he suddenly withdrew the black spear.

The cloud pattern under his feet shone brightly, and the purple-golden body of the Holy Gate Tianjiao was slightly biased, and when he bypassed the long sword in Yang Hao's hand, he suddenly approached.

I have to say that this guy's combat experience and sense of smell are extremely keen, so it's no wonder that he can become an elite disciple of the Sword Forging Holy Sect.

The Holy Gate Tianjiao took ghostly steps, and his palm fluctuated with extremely powerful spiritual energy, and then slapped it fiercely on Yang Hao's chest, the power of this palm was huge, and even the invisible air began to ripple in circles.

As Yang Hao's pupils grew, the palm of the hand became bigger and bigger, and the former's eyes did not have the slightest panic, and a golden horned thunder dragon on his arm rose up around his arm, and then Yang Hao's eyes froze, and his right fist suddenly attacked with a flickering thunder arc.